Their Regret

Chapter Ten

Copyright by Joelle Blue ©

Brandi

   Fletcher will be here soon.

   Fletcher will be here soon.

   Fletcher will be here soon.

   I'm not freaking out. Just like I didn't completely internally freak out the minute I saw him in that barn. I wasn't expecting it is all, but it's fine.

   I'm fine.

   Except he looked so perfect, just like always. His handsome face paired with his strong body that always has a way of making me feel so feminine.

   I missed him.

   I missed his voice that always washed over me like a caress, burning me from the inside out. It wasn't the same over the phone.

   I missed those eyes that never leave me when we're around each other. His gaze that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

   I missed the way he makes me feel just by being close. My heart patters quickly just knowing he's there.

   I don't know what came over me when I asked him to come over. Watching him walk away was almost making me panic and I couldn't let this moment go by. Every phone call we've had over the last couple weeks did not prepare me for how much I would ache for him once I saw him in person. 

   I could see in his eyes the way he longed for me just as I do for him. But we need to talk. Yes, that's what we need to do. Have a real conversation about what led to our separation in the first place. I need him to know that what he did, even if it wasn't intentional, almost destroyed me. I might be stronger now, more emotionally capable of standing up for myself, but I don't think I could go through that again. Especially from Fletcher.

   The knock at the door halts my inner thoughts abruptly and I start to sweat. I rub my hands down my jean clad thighs and fix my shirt. I stop in front of the mirror beside my door and find that I like what I see. My hair is down in its natural curls and I only have mascara on with a little lip gloss.

   I know Fletcher loved when I would leave my hair down. Am I doing this to tease him? Possibly.

   Without pause, I go for the door and swing it open quickly to see the man himself. He's changed and looks relaxed in his jeans and sweater, his hair freshly washed and I can smell his cologne. I almost close my eyes for the familiarity that smell brings me. His eyes move up and down my body slowly, cataloguing everything, including the hair that falls over my breasts. Yep, he still likes that.

   "Hi," I say softly, moving to the side to welcome him in. His arm barely misses my chest as he walks in. Close enough I can feel the heat coming off him.

   "Hi, Bee," he replies with a smile. Gosh, does he know how beautiful he is?

   "Welcome," I start. "Make yourself at home."

   He slips his shoes off and doesn't hesitate to look at everything I've done so far. I let him walk around, not minding one bit since I get to watch him and become familiar with being in his presence again. I don't want to give this feeling up. Him being here makes me feel so... settled. I'm staring at his ass when he lets out a booming laugh, making me jump.

   "What is this?" He points to one of my favorite thrift store finds and I can't help but smile either. The yellow porcelain cat that looks like he's stretching isn't just for decoration. The little hole below his tail makes a perfect tissue holder.

   "He's cute, right?" I ask him seriously.

   "He's got tissue's coming out of his ass," he chuckles and I shrug.